Chapter 421：

Although the red dragon stayed behind the orc fleet, with their flying speed, after Orgrim ordered it, it soon appeared in front of the alliance fleet.

Crimson flames spewed from the dragon's mouth, instantly engulfing the several battleships walking in the forefront.

Although the size of the battleship is huge enough to be completely destroyed by a breath of the dragon, the high temperature of the dragon's breath still ignites the deck. In almost a minute, the battleship becomes a burning torch, which is destroyed by the gunpowder. Before the ship was silent, all the sailors on the ship had been burned to ashes long ago.

"Damn things, those **** things!"

Seeing this miserable scene, Dai Lin covered his face in pain. At this moment, he regretted it, why he underestimated his opponent so much, if he had been more cautious just now.

But soon news came that made him even more desperate.

"Sir Dalin, there is news from the front, it is from Captain Derek Proudmoore."

Derek Proudmoore is his eldest son and the captain of a destroyer in his third fleet.

When Dai Lin took with a trembling hand and unfolded the note handed by the adjutant, he almost fainted.

The note mentioned that Derek intends to personally lead the Third Fleet to attract the attention of the red dragons, draw away the red dragons, and give Dai Lin a chance to retreat.

But Dai Lin knew that it meant that his son was bound to die.

Sadness and anger made his hands grip the railing tightly, and he felt that if he held it this way, either his finger was broken or the wood on the railing was dug out.

But now he must save the grief for later, if he can live that long.

He left all the thoughts about his eldest son behind, and Proudmoore was engrossed in thinking about the tactics to deal with it. The dragons in the sky attacked his fleet and made a way for the orcs' ships below. After retreating from their side, the orcs can move on.

If this continues, the orcs can land in Hillsbrad or Nanhai Town, and the battle will end in his defeat.

He must do something to save it all.

Chapter 0550 The Sea Of Red Flames

The appearance of the red dragon allowed the tribe's fleet to reverse the situation on the battlefield in one fell swoop.

Facing the dragon's breath that can destroy a battleship with just one shot, the Alliance side can no longer focus on the orcs' lamb-like transport ships, because in front of the dragon, they have also become lambs to be slaughtered. .

The two or three Alliance battleships driving in the forefront have already fallen into a sea of ​​flames, with no survivors, and the rest of the battleships will also suffer such a fate.

However, at this time, a long and loud dragon roar came from a distance, interrupting the dragons' movements.

Perhaps it was from the roar of the dragons that they heard something. The dragons on the tribe side suddenly stopped attacking, and began to hover over the alliance fleet on their own, letting the orcs riding on their backs treat them. Roared, even knocking them on the back with weapons.

The sudden loss of control of the dragon gave the alliance's warships a respite. They seized the time to adjust the formation so that the fleet could turn as quickly as possible, and tried to escape before the dragons returned to normal.

Dai Lin himself was relieved at this time, the fleet had enough time to adjust, and his son did not need to sacrifice for this.

But what does that huge roar mean?

Dai Lin frowned at this.

In case that is a sign of more dragons coming...

Thinking of this, the admiral couldn't help fighting a cold war.

In fact, it is not just them, but the tribe is now looking dumbfounded in the face of the dragon who suddenly refused to fight.

Great Chief Orgrim was even more furious. He kept roaring at the Chief Zuluhed of the Dragonmaw Clan around him, asking him to control the dragon as soon as possible and launch an offensive against the Alliance.

It’s no wonder that Orgrim sacrificed so many orc warships and the orc infantry on it in order to attract the alliance’s fleet. Now it is the time when these sacrifices are paid in return. Hit, then the sacrifice of the orcs before was wasted?

However, in the face of the warchief's intimidation, Zuluhid appeared on the surface, and repeatedly said yes, but in fact, he had no heart at all, and he didn't know how to deal with such a thing at all.

As the chief of the Dragonmaw clan, although he personally follows Orgrim and is responsible for escorting matters, he himself has no control over the red dragon.

The soul of the dragon must be driven by a warlock and shaman, so he gave the artifact to Nekruth.

The dangerous and professional job of driving the Red Dragon was handed over to his subordinates at that time.

He himself is just commanding and directing. How does he know how to deal with the loss of control of the red dragon?

The current situation is that the Alliance is busy retreating, the tribe watched, and the two sides watched several dragons that went on strike in public.

The war at sea seems to have subsided a lot for a while.

It is a pity that such peace is just an illusion by both sides.

It was a cloud of dark clouds from afar that broke this false peace.

Of course, this dark cloud is only in the eyes of the sailors on both sides.

As the "dark clouds" approached, the two sides began to hear the flapping of wings one after another and the roar of dragons.

In the end, they finally saw that what was like a dark cloud was not a dark cloud, but a dragon, more dragons.

The first one is a huge crimson dragon that reminds me of a huge size. It is a hundred meters in size, much larger than any dragon on the battlefield today, and behind it are dozens of smaller ones. Giant dragons, some of these dragons are tens of meters long, and some are only a few meters long, but no matter how big or small, they are invincible to the fleet present.

The orcs seemed to cheer, because Zuluhed recognized that the biggest red dragon was one of the dragons enslaved by the Dragonmaw clan.

The alliance side has already fallen into despair.

In the face of three or four dragons, they still have a chance to escape, but under such a large number of dragons, they have no chance of surviving.

Even Daelin Proudmoore himself has now begun to write a suicide note.

Until a news from the watcher reached his ears.

"Report Admiral," the high-pitched voice of the sentry filled the command ship, "I saw someone on the back of the biggest dragon!"

"Of course I know that there are green-skinned cubs on the back of the lizard," Dai Lin said angrily. "You don't need to remind me!"

"No... I didn't mean that," the sentry's voice trembled with excitement. "The dragon's back is not a green-skinned orc...No, there is a green-skinned orc on it, but...but there are humans and elves on it. And the dwarves!"

"What did you say?" When he heard the news, Dai Lin immediately picked up the binoculars and looked over.

Sure enough, on the back of the huge red dragon, he saw humans and other allies, and, moreover...

He actually saw more than one acquaintance.

Dalin looked carefully two or three times before really believing that his friend, his daughter’s magic teacher, and the Alliance’s war adviser, Archmage Sand Liver, was riding on the dragon’s back and beckoning to them. He was next to him. The powerful half-orc follower, there is also a high elf ranger, a dwarf warrior, and a human female nobleman.

Judging from their cheerful look, they must not have become prisoners. Dai Lin is almost certain that the new dragon group is his own.

Thinking of the roar that made the dragon of the tribe out of control just now, Dai Lin immediately figured everything out.

What happened next confirmed his thoughts.

As the dragons approached, the dragons on the tribe side seemed to know something. They began to make difficult flying maneuvers, such as rolling and flying backwards, just to get rid of the annoying pilots on their backs.